The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1887-06-24
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end Of it. and then with . flourish.
bringing II to his mouth. ~
''Do you know how soon you viii be
ready for me to return?' g
II cant say. just vet. but hope soon
to have the matter all fixed up satisfac-
torily."
The agent then brushed his vest and
coat with his hand, struked his IRON
gray whiskers and elevated his feet
to the top of the desk before him. His
boots were blacked and his clothes
brushed with care. Taking his ivory.
handled cane. he tapped the toes of his
boots leisurely. as though he were in no
particular hurry about any thing. War
rem fixed his eyes on him moment and
became more impatient.-ca not the
agent work on the abstract this MORN
ing? (The agent has not worked an
hour in the last week on the abstract.)
No. the agent says he has another
+, matter to attend to this morning. and
it will not be at all convenient. War
rem is more impatient. and if he had the
authority would hunt up another agent.
After pacing the floor a moment or two,
strangers come in to talk on business,
and Warren goes out. Goes to his
hotel in no very amiable frame of mind.
People sometimes '.over do" thing,
as Western folks say. In this case the
enemies Of Helen Lakeman and Warren
Stuart, in their earnest zeal. had car
ried their point little too far. Halle
Arnold was triumphant at having
exposed that bold-faced hired girl to the
world. Never did game cock crow
over vanquished enemy more than she
did at the girls fall.
II guess this learn Warren Stuart .
lesson" she said to herself. Hell
know hereafter how to slight respect
able girls for pot Singer
She longed to tell Warren herself.
But Halle had too much sense to write
to him. He should hear it all, but not
through her. She would find an EN-
missary to do her work for her. After
taking several i'm her mind aud drop.
ping them. she finally fixed on Bill
Jones wife. the keeper of the poor.
house. Sallie Jones was acquainted
with Warren, could write "a tolerable
hand" and was the very person to
break the news. Instead IF waiting
for Warren to return home. or hear the
story from some one else. she got Sal
Jones to write to him.
The next morning. after Warren's
last visit to the agent, he received a
letter addressed in strange scrawlin2
hand. 1t was mailed ut Newton. and.
| puzzled to know who it was from. he
broke it open. He read it about hall
through. and sank into chair groaning.
while the letter dropped at his feet He
was alone in his room. After few
moment she again seized the letter and,
read it through. 1t was as follows:
NEWTON. May -. is.
Mister Warren Stuart, 1 reckin you will be
surprised to git a lcttur from me. but have not
furgvt you thot would rite an tell you the
muse, yur folks is well. Halle Arnold is still the
bell. sur3 town fellers are most ded fur her
but We know she don't want 'enl. that hired girl
y
yur folks had to drive her of. an then she went
mite with a strange Teller to Mistur Arnolds
an stole som money an juelry. now they hev got
her in jale. an the little boy we are keepin' no
moar at present. Hop you will be home sune
Gurd bi yur friend. SALLY JONES"
Warren arose. crushing the badly
written. badly spelled epistle in his
hands. Illiterate rs the letter was.
there was depth of shrewdness in it
which he knew did not belong to Sally
Jones. He paced the floor a moment.
and then his resolution was formed.
Noble fellow-the darts Of SANDER found
no vulnerable point in his armor of
faith in the poor girls innocence. The
long silence. the fact that he received
no letters. this unnecessary journey,
convinced him that there was deep
conspiracy. He seized his hat and
vali>e. paid his hotel bill, which left
him with fifty-five cents in his pocket.
He walked down the street to shop,
where three brass balls indicated the
business carried on within there he
pawned his gold watch for twenty dol
lars. and hurried away to the depot.
He bought ticket to Stratton. which
was only forty miles from Newton.
At Stratton he must change cars, but
he was assured that the connection was
close. Filled with anxiety. and har-
raised by doubts and Gears. Warren
travelled all day and all the following
night. He did not take sleeping
coach. because his limited means would
not allow this luxury. Occasionally he
dozed as the train Numbered along over
rolling prairieS, forest glades and down
the beautiful valleys. The moon was
riding high in the heavens, and the
stars twinkled upon the earth. He
wondered if there could be any truth in
''Sars" letter. Again and again he
asked himself: ..How is this all to end
will be enabled to save her from dis
grace?"
At sunrise the next morning the
train arrived at Stratton. Our hero
got off and asked the first man he saw
how soon the first train to Newton
would come in.
1T is six hours late, sir. and will not
be here before twelve or one o'clock"
the junction agent answered.
Although half wild with delay, our
hero could do nothing but wait. As he
was going into the dining hall he ran
against Pete. the peddler.
''Hello. Warren. we're just here in
nick o time" said Pete. did We lear
about yer gala"